Monday, July 19, 2010


"You hold your head up to the sky, you say "what kind of blue are you, are you?" "Erin McCarley-Pony
What if everything was defied? The conscious in me keeps spinning, just like the world, both keeps spinning madly on. I don't like submissions, in particular, for my FYP report and my PD documents, I dread, no, I abhor it very much. However, like the million things that run through my conscious, it's one of the 7832 things I need to do.

God how the hell can I still maintain my put together-ness yet be completely everywhere in my conscious.